Be tender, good, and kind, Lest I should sigh with bitter grief MRS. SIGOURNEY. EVENING HYMN. Now the sun has pass'd away Loving Father, put away All things wrong I've done to-day; Make me like Him, meek and mild. Heavenly Father, hear my prayer, Let Thy angels, good and bright, Listen to Thy little child. W. H. H. ("Little Poems for Little Readers"). THE LITTLE CHILD'S GOOD NIGHT. THE sun is hidden from our sight, Good night, my father, mother, dear, Away to bed I run; Good night, my friends, both far and near, Good night to every one. Good night, ye merry, merry birds, You would have said, "Good night." To all my pretty flowers, good night, And all the stars, that shine so bright, The moon is lighting up the skies, MRS. E. FOLLEN. THE ROBIN. SEE, mamma, what a sweet little prize I have found! A robin that lay half-benumb'd on the ground. I caught him, and fed him, and warm'd in my breast, And now he's as nimble and blithe as the best. Look, look, how he flutters!-He'll slip from my hold: Ah, rogue! you've forgotten both hunger and cold! But indeed 'tis in vain, for I shan't set you free, For all your whole life you're a prisoner with me. Well housed and well fed, in your cage you will sing, And make our dull winter as gay as the spring. But stay,-sure 'tis cruel, with wings made to soar, To be shut up in prison, and never fly more! |